Draco's jaw dropped. "This--this is where you...?" He eyed the outrageous number of chairs in disgust. Eleven. There were eleven of them, crowded around a table that should have gone in a miniature doll house.

"Better than you expected, right?" Ginny grinned, squeezing one of his arms between the two of his and feeling the room's familiarity. "See? We're not so bad off."

"That wasn't--" it was one of those rare occasions when he put a cork in it before the wine could overflow, and he rearranged his words. "That was exactly what I was going to say. You say your family's out, right?"

Eyeing him skeptically, she let it go. "Well, except for Charlie and Cho, but he won't be--"

A large thump sounded above them; Draco smirked and Ginny slowed her words, "--bothering us... You want to go outside? Dad's got a toolshed out there I could show you." Showing Draco a collection of muggle plugs wasn't particularly the best idea, but the thought of her brother doing unmentionable things feet above their heads disturbed her considerably. "Let's go..." "Let's go..." Ginny said, grabbing Draco's hand and wheeling him out of the room before the ceiling caved in. They went out of the kitchen door and stepped out into the sunshine in the back yard. There was a slight breeze on the cool summer day.

Draco looked around; the yard was a fair size, and he could see a little domestic Quidditch Pitch down a rolling hill to his right. It was then that he remembered that the Weasleys probably had enought members of their family to create their very own Quidditch team. He almost rolled his eyes, but caught himself. You're on your best behavior, Malfoy, remember that, he thought to himself.

They walked down a path, Ginny's fingers still laced through his. She was rambling on about this and that, pointing here and there, but Draco had honestly stopped listening to her. He was concentrating on her lips: her soft, full, pink lips. He watched them form her words with precise accuracy, curving around each syllable perfectly.

He couldn't wait to get to that toolshed.

Finally, Ginny said, "And here's where my father collects all his Muggle obsessions. They're really quite fascinating, and if you wanted to have a look --" but upon seeing the sour look on his face, she stopped in mid-sentence. Her face fell. Draco had been trying to make a good impression and drop all of his older habits and values his father had taught him while on his short stay at the Weasleys. He didn't want to hurt Ginny's feelings, but he had an inkling he might have to bite his lip several more times before it went flying off.

"No, Gin, I didn't mean it like that I just meant... Oh, honestly," he sighed, and, not being able to think of any better way to apologize, leaned down and caught her lips up in an unexpected kiss.

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Ginny smiled and, raking her hands through his hair, melded her lips against his as Draco tried to back into the wall and unclasp her robes at the same time.

"Before we continue," she said breathlessly, "I think I should tell you that this is where Ron was concieved."

That put him on hold. "Wha-a?" Up unto this point, he hadn't thought anything Ginny could ever say would knock him out of a mood so quickly, but this sure did it.

"Well, it could have been up in Bill's room..." Draco looked horrified. "But Aunt Sally insists that it was out here, because there'd been imprints of plugs in Dad's cheeks when he came back inside."

He stepped back, hitting the wall. All prejudices aside, he wasn't sure he wanted to get involved with this sort of a family. "Y--you mean, M-molly, right..." he pointed down. "Here?"

She smiled. "Why of course!" Near cackling, she grabbed the front of his robes. "And now it's my turn."

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Ginny laughed at the look of mild horror on his pale face and then firmly planted her lips on his.

There wasn't a whole lot the Draco could say to that, his mouth was full and he'd been brought up well enough to know that it was rude to speak with one's mouth full.

Eventually pulling back, Ginny cupped his face in her hands and reached up to place a small kiss on his nose. There was an impish smile on her face. "I don't believe you fell for that!" she exclaimed, clearly very amused.

Draco's hands, resting on her waist, began to exact their revenge, his fingers tickling up and down her sides.

She shrieked and laughed and pleaded with him to stop. Wriggling in his grasp, she tried to pull away but it was impossible to do in the small shed. She batted ineffectively at his hands, too weak from laughing for her protestations to be of any use.

"You are evil, Miss Weasley," he said, his hands stilling as he finally heeded her pleas to stop.

"I know," Ginny replied with a wide grin. "But that's why you love me." Draco's attention, however, was diverted from one of his trademark witty comebacks by the sight of a cerulean blue ford floating midair, about half a mile off.

"Ummm..." he began, before he realised that he was making a completely inappropriate reply to what was easily an invitation for more snogging. Ginny's hands came to his chest and she pushed away from him, astonishment at the flying automobile making him momentarily lose his grasp of the situation.

Ginny frowned, and her mouth opened but before she could get a word out, Draco simply pointed; her eyes followed his hand and widened with mirth.

"Oh, Draco. I don't suppose you've seen Ron in a couple of weeks." she said. Draco tried to once again temper his anti-Weasley way of asking questions, but failed when he couldn't think of a more polite way to ask 'Has Ron turned into a car, then?'

The car by this time had made a smooth landing on the Burrow's driveway, and Draco could see two figures inside it. Ginny pulling his arm, they started across the lawn towards the house. As they made their way to the car, Draco slowed his pace to a walk as Ginny ran on ahead.

"Ginny!" Ron called as they caught each other in a hug. "How've you been?"

"Good. I've brought a guest with me."

"Really. Who?" asked Ron as he looked over her head. Ginny didn't have to answer. Ron's eyes narrowed slightly as he saw Draco standing a short way off. "Malfoy."

Draco nodded his head. "Weasley."

Thankfully the tension was broken with a call from the back of the car.

"Can someone help me with these bags?"

"Coming!" Ron answered immediately, turning on his heel and rushing back to the car, a bit eagerly.

"That was... awkward," Ginny said.

Draco shrugged. He hadn't exactly been expecting a warm welcome, in fact, he was surprised that Weasley -- Ron. He would have to start thinking of that git as Ron, because calling someone 'Weasley' in this household wasn't exactly going to narrow down who he was insulting. Then he remembered he was on his best behavior for Ginny, and discarded the insulting idea. Rats. Oh yeah, mental note, don't mention rats around this family...

"Draco, have you been eating doughnuts? Your eyes are looking glazed," Ginny said.

"I'm fine," he said. "Don't worry about it, I'm surprised he didn't tackle me and rip my testicles out with his bare hands."

Ginny thought about that for a minute and shuddered. "There's an image I don't need."

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Ginny thought about that for a minute and shuddered. "There's an image I don't need." She said, then playfully added on, "So then make a note to yourself: don't piss Ron off. We may need those for later."

Draco blinked several times before what she had actually meant settled in. A wide grin spread over her face.

"If you're suggesting, Miss Virginia Weasley, that we were to... well, you know, right here in your house... Well honestly, I don't think I could. At least, not with your family here," he said, bending over and nuzzling her neck with his mouth. Ginny felt her knees buckle, but forced herself to be strong as he hit a tender spot. She pushed him away, placing a hand lightly on his chest.

"Draco, not here," she said quietly. "If Ron comes back out..." she trailed off. "Well, children may be out of the question." She gave him a weak smile. "Now come on, let's go meet the rest of my family."

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"So, who has Ron brought with him?" Draco asked, as they walked hand in hand back towards the Burrow.

"Oh, I don't know, probably another one of his girlfriends..." Ginny replied distractedly as she straightened her shirt before stepping into the Weasley kitchen.

"Not another hump-backed hag, again!" whispered Draco into Ginny's ear as he followed her over the threshold. Ginny giggled to herself as the cheery atmosphere of the Weasley house.

Mrs.Weasley was waiting for them on the first step of the porch. She looked extremley exhausted and had bags under her eyes.

"Oh Hi, Mum," said Ginny. She wasn't expecting her mother to be back so soon. Her mother stood up and hugged her gently and then Draco. "Hello dears," she began,"Ginny, I beleive I'm coming down with something. Would you and Cho mind setting up tea?"

"Of course, mother" Her mother did look tired and shewasn't the kind of woman who would rest when their were house guests to attend to either. Molly turned towards the door and disappeard through it.

"Wow, I thought she would have a heart attack when she would see me," mumbled an awe-struck Draco. "Oh, come on" With that Ginny dragged him into the Kitchen.

Ron and his mysterious guest were nowhere in sight so they both walked hand in hand. Something they couldn't have done if Ron was near-by. He would probably have a tantrum.

Draco stopped walking and pulled her close to him. She looked up at him with big brown eyes before being swallowed up in a black hole called Draco Malfoy. His lips graezd hers and then pulled her into a deep kiss. When she finally pulled away, she found herself lying on the floor with Draco atop her. ...
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And then it ended… It vanished into nowhere. Interesting eh? Yes some of us F&Iers tend to forget our responsibilities…